Ezekiel's pov.
“Meet my wife lauren—” Ezra had said, would I say I actually felt her before we even got introduced– Ophelia Sinclair was Lauren– the same woman who made me believe in things I had no right to believe in.
I recalled my throat going dry as our gaze met– I sat at the back of the car as the driver drove me out of the estate–I could still recall her hand against my chest and the way her breath had hitched the moment I drew closer.
“I love my husband–” she muttered, like I care.
I laughed recalling how she had insisted I left her house, meanwhile her eyes told a truth I'd waited weeks to see.
She wasn't someone I could forget, but she was the type of mistake any man would bleed for and I was sure as hell wasn't ready to forgive her.
The city blurred past me, but all I saw w
